Finders This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

October 18, 2010
I found the words hiding.
Curled between my toes,
Itching with every step.

They are the poems.

Poems hiding in corners of mouths
Pulled upwards in a smirk.
Drifting through fingers
Of pleading hands.

Fingers running rough,
Feeling the raised edges
Of blank canvas
And listening to whispers
Of words indiscernible

But still I listen,
Blessed by ignorance,
Blessed by things I can't understand,
While my strained ears
Line thick with perfect words.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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AngelsKiss This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Feb. 17, 2012 at 8:02 am
I like this poem very much:) It had such a feel for emotion, that I could feel what you were doing and thinking, and that in itself is amazing:) please read and comment on some of my recent poems:)
 
LittleBritt said...
Feb. 16, 2012 at 10:33 pm
drifting through fingers of pleading hands .... gorgeous. lovely poem
 
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